I pushed my face into the pillow as I orgasmed. Then I laid awake into the wee hours feeling ashamed that I had orgasmed thinking of my mouth wrapped around my son’s cock. Thankfully tomorrow was Saturday and I could sleep in, which I did.
In the morning I felt like I was in another dimension. I showered and as was my habit I ran the razor over my pubic region. I had to talk to Mark and put a stop to this, but when I got into the bedroom, I froze. He wanted me to be naked in the house and to tell him it was over meant I had to get dressed. I rubbed lotion over my body while my head spun with all kinds of thoughts.
Apparently, Mark heard me upstairs. He knocked on my door.
“Yes?”
I assumed he would just speak but instead he opened the door and there I was rubbing my breasts with lotion. “Oh, good,” he smiled. “You are up, and you are naked. Thank you, mom.”
“You’re welcome.” I said that automatically, without thinking.
“Come on downstairs and I will make you pancakes, mom.” He held out his hand and I took it and followed him down the stairs. He was fully dressed but I was naked, my wet hair falling in strands on my shoulders, my breasts jiggling as I descend the stairs. And my pussy – wet again.
It felt bizarre to eat pancakes naked across from my son.
We made some small talk but both of us knew last night was on our minds.
“Mom, I was thinking…”
“So was I…”
He continued. “Thinking about the rules.” He paused as if he expected me to say something.
I didn’t. I thought he was going to make a case to fuck me or something like that, but instead he said, “I hope cumming on you didn’t break the rules about touching.”
I shook my head. “Um, no. I mean technically you didn’t touch me, but still…”
“Oh good, because I am wondering if I can do that again.”
I was speechless and just watched him as he stood up and came over to the side of my chair. I gazed at him as he undid his pants and without so much as a word, he began jacking off, right there in front of my face. I turned to watch, thinking I should get up and run away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Instead I opened my mouth which a moment later he filled with cum, without letting his cock touch my lips. Some of it dripped down my chin and onto my tits.
He sat back down, beaming. And I just sat there with his cum still in my mouth and on my face. What was I supposed to do? Spit it out? I couldn’t look at him when I swallowed. Good thing because if he could have seen my face, he would have seen me smile.
Fortunately, he had to run off to meet a friend who was visiting from out of town. After he left, I washed my face and sat down in the living room, as excited as I was dismayed about how weak I was. I still couldn’t imagine sucking my son or fucking him. I did think about it, but I just couldn’t bring myself to that place and admit I wanted incest with my son. But I knew I wanted him to cum on me again -on my face, in my mouth, on my tits, my pussy and it crossed my mind how hot it would be to feel his warm cum on my anus.